Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ACT III. Tranquillity and Compassion enter. Tranquillity. ( Weeping. ) My mother, where are you ? 0 grant me one beloved view. Alas ! she whose delight was to sojourn in forests where the deer range without fear ; to wander where the waters fall from the mountains, to frequent holy places consecrated to God and the retreats of devout ascetics ; is delivered into the hands of Heresy ; she is like a black cow in the hands of the butcher, how can she escape ? To talk of her surviving is vain. Prevented from seeing me, unable to perform ablution, hungry and thirsty, and deprived of my society, will Religion survive one hour, and separated from Religion, Tranquillity will live despised by the people. My dear Compassion, be not concerned about me, but 1 am resolved to accompany her when she is laid upon the funeral pile. Compassion. ( Weeping. ) My dear, these words are more painful io my ear than the flame of a fierce fire is to the touch; you will kill me with grief. Preserve your life for a little space ; I shall spread the melancholy tidings in the abodes of holy men, in the assemblies of the Munis, and on the banks of B'hag'hirit'hi; perhaps she is lying concealed somewhere through fear of Passion. Tranquillity. I have sought for her on the banks of rivers covered with wild grain, and inhabited by holy hermits ; I have searched every house where oblations are made and sacrificial utensils kept; ,1 have searched amongest the four classes of men ; but I have not received the smallest intelligence of her. A cow of this colour is highly valued, and is the object of peculiar veneration. Compassion. My dear, I must tell you that had Religion possessed the principle of Truth, we should not have found her in such difficulties; those who are perfectly pure do not experie...